I Am Flesh And I Am Bone

Frost crunched beneath large paws as the silver and slate male made his rounds around the Hallows borders, steel-hued eyes scanning the lands just past their scent markers as he went. Patrols had always been important to securing the pack's safety, but now even more so since Artorias had found a stranger skulking about their lands. The patrol routes were maintained with regular frequency, but it still kept Romulus on edge. The thought of anyone wanting to spy on the Hallows unnerved him, but he had the utmost faith that whatever was thrown at the Hallows, they would be able to handle it.

Romulus' route ran south along the border of Hallowed lands, and as he came by the castle, he spotted another wolf up in the early dawn light, already practicing on the sparring grounds. He paused his patrol for a moment to watch her as she practiced hitting a training dummy, smirking to himself. A quick glance around confirmed that there was no one else around, the borders were secure, and he was free to take a quick break to engage in something a little more fun than just walking circuits in the chilly morning. Roman veered away from the border and approached the training grounds, each paw step crunching the frosty grass as he walked. "Good morning," he greeted the smaller lady when he drew near, all smiles and bright eyes. "Don't believe we've met yet. I'm Romulus Armada. Or Roman if you wanna keep it simple."

He glanced up to the scratched and clawed up dummy she'd been attacking. "Nice moves. Wanna put 'em to the test?" With a roguish grin, the young brute stepped into the sparring ring and stretched out his limber body, giving his coat a nice ruffle for effect. "What'dya say to a quick one-on-one? Gods knows I could use a break from patrols."

"Romulus Armada"